PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Crying For


Grew up with killas

I aint know was killas

My brother got killed 

and they paint him as the villian

Never even got to have children

as a kid his pops was always tripping

Using 2 by 4's to whip him

I remember when mama went to get him

Stayed until his daddy started bitchin

had no choice but to go back

he said dont call CPS 

so that was that

He was only a baby

when his mom died from impact

car wreck on the way home from the store

20 years later he was killed for a score

Thats what I'm crying for

Justice

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.